Patchwork - Ambleside Lyrics

Open the window
Close our minds
The mist in the valley
Smoke in our eyes

Ashen skies
Stars glisten in twilight
Cider still in the can
Cigarettes held in our hands

Drives in the countryside
Grassmere's up ahead
Gingerbread in my pocket
It tastes like a million bucks

Rosé on the countertop
The fire roars ablaze
Popcorn on the carpet
Cheap wine from the shops

Inns close doors, on a
Bleak Saturday night
We wander through the streets
Of a calm Ambleside

Walking up the mountains
Sitting in caves
Skipping stones in the daylight
The sun shines off the lakes

Nintendo on the TV
Controllers in our hands
Music plays from the stereo
Hoping your move lands

Inns close doors, on a
Bleak Saturday night
We wander through the streets
Of a calm Ambleside

The hearth leaves its ashes
As we pack up all our stuff
The wallet in my pocket tells me
That I have spent enough

But I've loved every minute
This getaway has been fun
Cos the time I've spent with all of you
Is worth my time in the sun